The stupid bike...

I stole a bike when I was maybe 11 or 12. It was a stupid BMX, bright green. I saw it outside the 7-Eleven, unlocked. I don't know WHY I did it. I had a bike at home. My parents weren't rich, but we weren't hurting. I just...took it. I rode it around for a week, felt like a total badass, but then the guilt ate me alive. I ditched it in the woods near the creek. I still feel bad about it, like, a lot. I hope whoever owned that stupid green BMX got a new one. I hope it didn't ruin their Christmas or something. I know it's just a bike, but it was a shitty thing to do, and I've never told anyone. I wish I could go back and just…not. I really do.